tay

"Well i dont care for porn so porn bans dont affect me" i dont know how to tell you this but they consider two women holding hands pornography

Guts.
#berserk

Also realizing that the loud minority of trans guys on the internet lamenting about feeling undesirable like its objective fact (it's not) + the cis people around me treating trans men like they're celibate manlets are my OPPS. Fuck those losers

sometimes a small spark ignites inside of me and i let it go out, because I don't know what to do with it. I am scared of being as much of the person others didn't want me to be back then. But even now that I'm scared I still want to try and nurse this flame again

it was all from the people closest to me! the people supposed to uplift and support you! I'm left with this collateral perfectionism and paralysis and I want it to all go away. When I talk with artists I can only feel how much damage was done to me in those years

They gave Frankenstein tv movie lighting im gonna be sick

Hey god it's me again

I was just talking about how it felt good to stay up late and scroll on Pinterest when I said this

It's just me and god up at this hour and we're fucking without using our hands

Being aware of signage and eating haribo starmix like yes I eat soft heart yes I eat the coke bottle yes I eat the fried egg yes I eat the small green bear yes I eat the golden ring

Accidentally had 28 in my bio instead of 27 for a week...that must have been why life was getting real for a second there

Im washing my car right now

Sexy car wash where I press my pecs and atrophied B cups up against the soapy driver's window and hope you like whatever's happening on that side of the glass

If I were a surgeon I would be youtubing things like Lofi ghibli beats to perform surgery in the OR to 10hr no ads rain in background

It honestly bothers me that I'll never know if someone has tried to reach out to me through Craigslist missed connections

SHIVERS - A grey rain falls on Martinaise. The city soaks in it, cold and dripping. Waves hit the concrete breakers. The homeless huddle by the fires behind the fences. There, among the shacks, is your home. Stay. Have a drink. Forever.

I talk about the time loop the same way Wendy Williams talks about the killer

No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

In bed rotating my 2lb bag of trail mix to unearth the m&ms from the nuts and raisins like they’re smoothed semi precious gems hiding in a slurry of homogenous grit from a rock tumbler

if I was getting my law degree at Stanford in 2005 I wouldn’t have let my girlfriend die on the ceiling like that